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Feb 2010
there was little snake he used to squirm and wriggle when i used to see him i would sit and giggle
he was  very funny  when climbing up a tree he wrapped around and round he brought the laughter out in me.
i would sit and watch him. slither for a while i loved that little snake he could always make me smile.
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william worthless
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